I dreamt that I fell off a bridge last night. But naturally, and in keeping with reality, no one came to save me.
I’m starting to notice that working where I do means that I now hate the phrase “Good Morning” I say it that.many.friggin.times. Like even in the afternoon I say Good Morning.
Sleepovers at my Grandmother’s are a hillarious affair. (Halal) Haribos and Karan Arjun in the backround. Me perving over SRK and her not discouraging this behaviour… #NaniGoals.
I need to invest in some thermal socks or some shit. My feet are giving out on me slowly but surely.
For someone who loves to stay silent, I’m actually a conversation junkie. Like, I need an intervention. Seriously.
Tiger Shroff annoys me. A lot. Too feminine for words. He’s more feminine than the girl’s he is trying to score with.
My love for Amplifier (the song) has reignited. I will never forget when I put it on and my aunty said that being in my car at that moment was the same as sitting next to a 16 year old Pakistani cruising on Eid.
I think the room I slept in last night was haunted. I was woken up at 3:00am by some very strange noises. You know when fear just immobilises you? That happened. I did think about texting someone. The 1st person I thought of though doesn’t even live in the country. Let alone the same house. The mind works in mysterious ways.
Sitting in a dark room during the day is like therapy for me. I know it depresses some people to be in the dark (my mother!) but me, I find it so soothing.
There’s a chapter in the book I am currently reading called; I only want you when it is 2am. And it’s kind of perfect.
I miss writing essays. I always enjoyed it. Well, until that time my lecturer told me I was an emotional writer and that it was a negative thing. Git.
I wonder if I will ever take my medicines like I’m supposed to and not just tell my doctor I took them like he can’t tell from my blood test results.
Why are chairs so high these days? My feet don’t touch the floor on 9/10 of the chairs I sit on.
I will never get over the fact that I am the only young person in my family that doesn’t need subtitles when we watch a Bollywood film.
I wonder if I will ever go to India.
I need someone to take me for a drive. Like now. A long one. At sunset. Where they can drive and I could just close my eyes and feel.
Going to the cinema is EFFORT these days. I must be getting old you know. I used to love going back in the day.
And on that note. I should probably get out of bed. Though my head is pounding and my throat’s on fire.